AN: HEYA! Yes, I know that this chapter is way early but, it's an apology for the last one being late, me being bored and writing over winter break, a present for the holidays. Yes, It's all of those things.

THIS CHAPTER IS PART OF THE REASON WHY IT'S RATED T!

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Cho Sapphire

Arya Dela

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Late Disclaimer (even though it's in the description): If I owned TMNT, Apriletto would happen, and Casey would either die or, wouldn't exist.

Chapter 4

~One Month Later~

My brothers are fighting again. Leo and Raph. Raph wants to go up to the surface, and Leo wants to respect Master's wishes. The screaming fight has been going on for about five minutes and should turn into a fist fight any minute now. I can hear almost every word from my bedroom, "...Master obviously didn't want us to go up to the surface because something dangerous is up there!" I heard Leo shout, "I don't give a crap about what Splinter said!" Raph countered. I got up from my desk and slammed open my door. I could hear the fighting getting louder as I approached the living room, "And Splinter isn't here!"

That's what set Leo off. I could see Leo starting to unsheath his katanas, "You take that back," he growled, "HE'S DEAD LEONARDO! YOU JUST HAVEN'T ACCEPTED THAT!" Raph shouted at Leo, taking out his sais. The two growled for a couple seconds, then launched at each other, "YOU ARE WRONG HIS SPIRIT IS STILL HERE! HE TALKS TO ME!" Leo shouted as he swung his katana. The two kept fighting, verbally and with weapons. I just watched from the hallway for the bedrooms.

A couple minutes passed by when I saw that they could actually hurt each other. I shouldn't have cared because they were bringing this on themselves, but because they are my brothers, I intervened anyways. Raph's sai cut into my right forearm, and Leo's katana into my left forearm. The pain made me slightly dizzy, and my vision blurry. Their eyes went wide, and all I said was, "You guys done yet?" They just stayed where they were, and blood started to drip down their weapons, and onto the floor. Drip drip drip. It was so quiet, and I heard a plate crash to the floor. Michelangelo. I turned my head, and I could see worry behind his eyes, along with a fire burning for a fight later. I moved my arms away from the weapons, slowly, "I'll be in my lab. Unless you have more matters that you need me to settle?" I half stated, half asked. The two just shook their heads. I slowly walked to my lab, partially because I was dizzy. I couldn't close the door because my arms hurt, but whatever.

I walked towards the shelves and searched for my first aid kit. I started cursing to myself about putting it lower when I heard more shouting. All three were fighting now, but for a different reason.

"What the shell were you guys thinking?!" Mikey shouted, "DUDES! You hurt Donnie and on top of that, made me very angry! You shouldn't've been fighting with weapons in the first place! You guys are totally shellbrained! I mean why would you…"

I zoned them out as I pulled my first aid kit down with my staff. I started by wiping the cuts down with alcohol wipes. I hissed as the cuts stung. I inspected the gashes and decided that they needed stitches. I cut the skin a little bit so that it was a smooth outline for the stitches. I then grabbed the needle and thread and started the slow process of sewing the cuts shut. It hurt like shell. Every stitch hurt more than the last. Once that was done, I grabbed the gauze and wrapped my forearms. It was hard because both arms hurt, and I'm not ambidextrous. I finally finished, when I noticed the massive amount of blood on the floor, and on my desk. I walked slowly towards the kitchen to get some towels to clean up the mess. The other three didn't notice me passing by on my way there.

As I arrived at the kitchen, my vision started blurring, the sounds of fighting got louder, and my legs felt like ground beef. I collapsed right in front of the doorway to the kitchen. As my head hit the floor, I heard gasps and the patter of feet running towards me. Voices asking if I was okay, hands flipping me onto my carapace, and the black abyss of sleep swallowing me whole. The last words I heard were, "Hang on D, we're going to take care of ya dude,"

Thank you, Michelangelo, for standing up for me today.

AN: You guys can kill me now, for hurting Don.

IT'S ALMOST 2018! THE NEW SHOW COMES OUT IN FALL! I AM SCREAMING THROUGH TYPING! AND CAPS LOCK IS STILL ON!

As always, thank you for reading my story, and for your support.

Post Author's Note (PAN): Here's a link to a map of the lair (It doesn't work by clicking on it, sorry)